Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.